Chapter 47, Part 2

He was dealing with Tong Lin.
Tong Linyuan originally didn't know about the orange trees, but Fang Zemu heard that Mo Chengchuan had pulled two orange trees out of their suburban yard early in the morning, and immediately opened his gossip radar, constantly asking Tong Linyuan and ridiculing that no one would give orange trees as gifts. So Tong Linyuan relayed to Mo Chengchuan, "No one would give orange trees as gifts."
If it were any other time, Mo Chengchuan probably wouldn't have paid attention to him, but not only were Jia Senlin and Fang Zexin woken up early by him, but also Tong Lin. Mo Chengchuan had no choice but to courteously answer, "He said he wants it himself."
After reading it, Fang Zemo had a complicated mood, so Tong Lin asked, "Why did he ask you for two orange trees?"
Mo Chengchuan: "He asked me for two oranges."
Now even Tong Lin felt a little speechless, but Fang Zemo had a suddenly enlightened expression, muttering in disbelief, "Could this be the legendary 'if you want oranges, I'll give you all the orange trees'?"
Tong Lin looked puzzled: "Is there such a legend?"
"Have you ever heard a song?" Fang Zemo looked serious, then suddenly started singing: "I want to pick the stars for you, pick the moon for you, pick the sun for you, whatever you want, I'll give it to you..." He kept winking and making heart gestures while singing, and after finishing these four sentences, he stopped, took a breath and said, "You can also pick oranges, I'll give you all the orange trees. Steel straight man - "
Speaking of which, I feel like I missed something. To add on, "a gay man with typical masculine traits."
Tong Lin nodded, trying to keep up with the conversation. "Oh, so he wants to propose with an orange tree. Is that the creative idea? Luckily, he lives on the top floor with a big terrace..."
"Propose?!" Fang Zemu's eyes widened, and his voice almost broke. "No one proposes with an orange tree!"
Tong Lin said, "But this morning he asked me to help him find someone to buy a ring, and he didn't even want to wait for the door to open. He must be planning to propose, right?" He was originally planning to share this with Fang Zemu, but his attention was drawn away by the orange tree.
Fang Zemu was stunned.
Therefore, in just one morning, Mo Chengchuan not only had two orange trees dug out from the Fang family, but also bought a ring during non-business hours through Tong Lin's connections... Wasn't he still talking about his ex-boyfriend before? Is his speed too fast?
Guantang was also astonished.
"Isn't it just the two of us having dinner? Isn't this too extravagant?" He saw a table full of dishes on the table and became very alert. "Did everyone from your company leave? I have to declare in advance that I can't finish all of this."
Mochengchuan can't stand leftover food, but Guantang likes to have a little bit of everything. Because of this conflict, Guantang has been so full that she only has half her life left. Therefore, she has developed a conditioned reflex. If she can't finish the food, she will first act cute and show weakness, let Mochengchuan promise to share half, or turn a blind eye at the time.
He ate a lot of small dumplings for breakfast and wasn't very hungry now.
"They left early, just us two. Come on, let's try it out." He pushed the wheelchair that Jason had brought over and gave a simple explanation for today's meal: "I haven't cooked in a long time, so I'll practice."
Guankang asked: "You don't usually cook for yourself, so what do you eat?"
"Work meals," replied Mo Chengchuan.
Upon hearing this, Guankang nodded and immediately understood Mo Chengchuan's general lifestyle. He was probably a workaholic who focused all his energy on his work. Mo Chengchuan was someone who had low living desires—although he had high expectations in all aspects, he didn't really care about daily necessities like food and clothing. As long as he reached the level of having enough to eat and drink, there weren't any interests or hobbies that he could enjoy. Almost all his time and energy were spent on "doing the right thing"—he was an extremely demanding and dull person who pursued perfection.
From focusing solely on studying, to now focusing solely on work, fundamentally it's the same thing.
"The soup is still boiling, let me take you upstairs to see." said Mo Chengchuan.
"What's upstairs?" In reality, Guan Tang wasn't very curious, because he didn't think Mo Chengchuan had anything that would pique his interest. Only...
It was just a casual question. He was already sitting on the wheelchair, clapping his hands on the armrests and asking, "Can you push me up?" It seemed like even sitting on a wheelchair was more fun than the terrace of Mo Chengchuan's house.
When her mind suddenly sparked, Guan Tang asked Mo Chengchuan to take a photo of her with his phone. Mo Chengchuan asked, "What for?"
Guan Tang said excitedly, "To send to my editor and gain some sympathy."
Mo Chengchuan: "..."
He had a ring box in his pocket, but he looked exceptionally calm and natural. He took out his phone and took a photo of Guan Tang, with the subject at the center and perfectly symmetrical in all directions.
Long before the whole internet started criticizing his virgo male style of photography, Guan Tang already had a good understanding of his photography style. Now, he looks at it and smiles, and sends it to Xu Yuan.
Yuan Yuan is a little fairy: ?!
Guan Tang wanted to sell his misery, but then he saw the next sentence.
Yuan Yuan is a little fairy: Excuse me, can you move aside and let me take a closer look at the sofa behind you?
Shangmu: Is the sofa the key point?
Yuanyuan is a little fairy: If I am not mistaken, the sofa behind you that is worth one million is the key point.
Guan Tang was shocked, pointed at the sofa and turned to ask Mo Chengchuan: "How much is this sofa? One million?"
Mò Chéng Chuān said: "Not up to one million."
Meaning it's close enough.
Shàng Mù: "You actually know a million-dollar sofa?"
Yuàn Yuàn is a little fairy: "I'm also a person with dreams. First wish for ten thousand taels of gold, second wish for a thousand acres of land, if that's not possible, let all the authors under my hand obediently write for me... By the way, how did you end up in a wheelchair?"
Shangmu: .......
Guan Tang was busy arguing with Xu Yuan, grateful that he was in a wheelchair so he didn't have to worry about navigating the path. When he was pushed to the top floor's large terrace, he lifted his head and his fingers moved almost unconsciously, typing out the words "oh my god" and hitting send.
Mochengchuan bought the top floor purely for peace and quiet. As for the large terrace that came with the top floor, he didn't bother to take care of it and simply included it in the renovation. He planted some landscaping plants in a professional manner, so it is not abandoned.
But now, two orange trees stood proudly among them, and even bore a number of oranges. Guan Tang did not believe that Mo Chengchuan had this kind of interest in the life of orange trees. She trembled her fingers and asked, "When did you..."
Mo Chengchuan smiled faintly and said, "Didn't you say that you envy people who have orange trees in their yard? Just in case you ask me to steal oranges again." He didn't want to think about stealing oranges anymore.
So Fang Zemu's idea is completely extreme romanticism, but for Mo Chengchuan, his logic is simple: "to prevent future troubles".
Guantang suddenly understood: "Were those people this morning here to give you the orange tree?" He really couldn't believe it. He could only dream that Mo Chengchuan would pick oranges for him, not that he would plant orange trees for him. He couldn't believe that such a simple dream could cause such a big fuss, and even suspected that his dream had automatically upgraded.
But the next second, something even more unbelievable happened.
Mo Chengchuan picked two oranges from the tree and walked over to him. Probably to match his wheelchair height, Mo Chengchuan half-knelt down, opened his palms to show the two oranges, and asked him, "What do you want to hear?"
Guantang tilted her head slightly and looked at Mo Chengchuan. In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if he would still be in this posture if she stood up now. Wasn't it awkward for him to pose like this, almost like proposing?
"Why didn’t you say so yesterday?" Guan Tang couldn’t resist asking the question. As soon as the words came out, she regretted it, reaching for an orange and changing her tone with a laugh, "You kneeling like this, it's almost like a proposal. If it weren’t for the fact that you're holding oranges..."
Mo Chengchuan took out a small black velvet box and handed it to Guan Tang like handing out oranges: "Because I didn't prepare this yesterday."